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Chuuya couldn’t wait to get home and start decanting his new bottle of wine. Work had been particularly stressful, and all he wanted was to put on his favorite movie and enjoy the 2014 Romanee-Conti he just bought with a nice steak. The driver pulled up to his apartment building, and Chuuya thanked him before stepping out of the black Port Mafia van. The lobby was quiet as Chuuya hopped into an elevator and pressed the button for his floor. He had a cut of wagyu waiting for him in the fridge that had been marinating since last night, so it’d be ready to pan fry. Topping it with some truffle garlic butter sounded nice.
The doors parted and Chuuya smiled to himself as he thought about how delicious his meal would be. He rounded the corner and began digging for his keys, cradling the wine like it was a newborn child.
“Whatcha got there, chibi?”
Chuuya winced. No. It couldn’t be.
Looking like a loitering bum, Dazai was leaning against the door to Chuuya’s apartment. He gave a cheerful wave as the redhead approached.
Chuuya let out a loud, exasperated noise. Clearly any plans he had of having a peaceful evening were ruined now. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Now, now, is that any way to talk to someone who came all this way to bring you a gift?”
“Gift? What’re you- wait. Are you talking about the Secret Santa?”
“Yup! I traded around with a bunch of people at the Agency until I got you!” The brunette declared proudly.
Chuuya narrowed his eyes. “Why would you waste your time doing something like that?”
“Why, so I could bring my ex-partner some holiday cheer of course! I know you’re far from a genius, but try to keep up, okay?”
Chuuya gulped. “No need to insult me, asshole. Just hand it over and go so I can get on with my night. My wine still needs time to breathe before I can drink it.”
Dazai smirked. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a plain white envelope. “Here you go! I want to watch you open it!”
Chuuya took the parcel from Dazai’s outstretched hand and wedged the seal open. Inside was a card with a poorly drawn stick figure version of Dazai in a Santa hat on the front. “Really?”
“Just open it and read it!”
Chuuya opened the card to find a gift certificate for 4500 yen to his favorite wine shop, the one he and his driver had actually just stopped at on the way home. He pocketed the gift and read the card’s message. “Merry Christmas to the shortest, stupidest, most hot headed mafioso I know. You have terrible taste in clothing, especially hats, and I’m smarter and better than you in every way possible. Never forget that. Love, Dazai.” Chuuya crumpled up the card and threw it at Dazai’s face. “Why the fuck are you like this?”
In one swift motion, Dazai pinned Chuuya to the door, caging him in as his lanky frame towered over him. “Because I’m your type, aren’t I?” He bent down so that his lips grazed the shorter man’s earlobe.
Chuuya’s eyes widened. This was all way too familiar, and he didn’t know how he failed to immediately realize it. “The name trading, coming here… you did it all to get me alone, didn’t you?”
“Hey, now you’re catching on!” Dazai’s tone shifted from lofty and jovial to something far more sinister as he wrapped a hand around Chuuya’s throat. “For the past seven years you’ve been playing hard to get, but you’ll whore yourself out for Ranpo the first time he asks? Seriously?”
Chuuya gripped his bottle tighter to keep from dropping it as he met Dazai’s dark gaze. “You know about that?”
Dazai laughed. “Are you kidding? He came in bragging about it, couldn’t wait to tell anyone who would listen about how he fucked ‘Mr. Fancy Hat’ and rocked his world.” Dazai glanced down, a devilish grin surfacing once he caught sight of the growing bulge in Chuuya’s pants. He pressed his knee against it, forcing Chuuya’s legs apart.
Chuuya groaned. The added pressure felt good against his cock, and he had to stop himself from grinding down onto Dazai’s knee. “What else did he say?”
“That you’re a filthy slut who loves being degraded.”
Chuuya gritted his teeth, trying to will his erection to go down. It was no use, and he couldn’t even turn to gravity for help because fucking Dazai was touching him. “So what?”
“So, I can either leave you here all worked up and frustrated with blue balls, or you could let me in and I can do something about it.”
Chuuya hated that Dazai had this power over him. He learned so much about himself the day he visited Ranpo. Among many other things, he was forced to acknowledge that his feelings surrounding Dazai had always been more complicated than he ever cared to admit. Even now he didn’t want to think about it, but his body and mind were clearly not on the same page. Before his brain had time to catch up, Chuuya yanked Dazai down by his shirt collar until their lips collided.
Dazai kissed back hungrily, hand still clasped around Chuuya’s throat as their tongues wrestled back and forth for dominance. With his free hand, he palmed Chuuya over his leather pants.
Chuuya moaned into the kiss, allowing himself to grind down. Seven years. Seven long years of childish bickering, saving each other’s asses, heartbreak, and sexual tension all culminated in this one moment. He pulled Dazai’s hair, earning an excited little yip from the taller man. He took the opportunity to shove his tongue as far into Dazai’s mouth as it would go.
Dazai pressed closer to Chuuya and gripped him tighter in both places, delighting in the way he squirmed.
Chuuya whined as he fumbled for his keys. Trying to identify the correct one while Dazai manhandled him was agonizing, but eventually he got it. Dazai had no choice but to ease up so that Chuuya could turn to face the lock, but even then he couldn’t keep his hands off the redhead. Dazai nibbled on his ear while nimble fingers fought with the buttons, zipper, and waistband of Chuuya’s pants. “Could you be any slower?”
“Shut up!” Finally, Chuuya managed to get it open. Dazai flung him forward, slamming the door shut behind them.
“Well, this sure brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Bandaged hands tangled in fiery red hair, holding Chuuya’s head firmly in place. Dazai sat on the edge of his bed, brown eyes pooling with lust at the sight of Chuuya on his knees for him. “How does it feel to actually have me in your mouth this time?”
Chuuya hummed in acknowledgment, thinking back to their fight with Shibusawa. Even back then he wanted Dazai. That night he could have fought the hand holding his head down, no problem. He could have easily rolled over so that his face wasn’t pressed into Dazai’s crotch while they waited out the fog. Instead, Chuuya had elected to pass out right there in his lap, just centimeters away from the cock he always longed for.
So far, Dazai had exceeded his expectations. He was thick, and felt heavy in Chuuya’s mouth. He trailed his tongue up and down the length as he continued to suck. Drool spilled from the corners of his swollen lips as he met Dazai’s gaze with teary eyes.
“Yeah, just like that! Mmm!” Dazai lifted his hips a bit as he pushed Chuuya’s head further down. “Fuck! The back of your throat feels so good, Chuuya!”
Chuuya dug short nails into Dazai’s thigh as he struggled against his own gag reflex. Much like the rest of his clothes, his gloves sat in a small pile on the floor a few feet away. Dazai was such an ass. In the hallway, he’d been all over Chuuya. Yet now that he had him stripped completely naked, he refused to touch him. Chuuya began to stroke himself, aching for some sort of stimulation. It felt nice, but it’d feel better if it were Dazai’s hand.
Chuuya tongued at the slit in Dazai’s tip before letting him stuff his mouth full of cock again. He was determined not to gag as Dazai abused his throat.
“Ah, Chuuya! You little slut, where did you learn to give head like that? Fuck!”
Emboldened by Dazai’s words, Chuuya worked doubly hard to keep up with his pace. The brunette had to be close, so he couldn’t slack now. He pumped himself a bit faster too, moaning around Dazai’s cock.
One of the hands on Chuuya’s head knotted tightly in his hair and jerked him back. He was ripped away from Dazai so abruptly, that his tongue still swirled through the open air trying to process the absence of his cock. “That’s enough. Go get me some lube.”
Chuuya stood and did as he was told, crossing over to the nightstand drawer to retrieve a small bottle. He passed it over to Dazai.
Dazai laid back on Chuuya’s bed, grinning up at the redhead. “Good boy. Now come here.” Once Chuuya was within reach, Dazai pulled him onto the bed by the wrists. Chuuya toppled on top of him, and Dazai quickly swept him up in a tender kiss, very different from the kiss in the hallway. Dazai played with Chuuya’s hair, twirling strands through his long fingers as he peppered tiny kisses along his jawline. “I know you think I’m an ass, and I probably am, but it’s only because you rejected me first.” Dazai’s hand wandered lower until it rested on Chuuya’s bare ass. He gave it a soft squeeze.
Chuuya’s eyes fluttered shut as Dazai began to mark a spot on his collar bone. “What are you talking about?”
Dazai uncapped the bottle, squirting some of its contents into the hand that had just been massaging Chuuya’s ass. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember. We were fifteen, on that Arahabaki mission together per Mori’s orders. We were arguing about something dumb when I said: ‘that’s what makes me love you!’” He pressed a lubed finger to Chuuya’s entrance, making him shiver.
Chuuya groaned as the finger slipped inside him. “I thought you were just fucking around!”
Dazai curled the digit a few times before drawing it out then back in. “Well I wasn’t. I was being serious.”
Chuuya felt a second finger join the first, and he whimpered at the sensation. “How was I supposed to know? Why would you just blurt it out like that?”
Dazai shrugged, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion until Chuuya was panting above him, riding his fingers. “Why put more effort into setting myself up for a letdown?”
A pang of guilt shot through Chuuya. “Dazai, we barely knew each other.”
The brunette flashed him a solemn smile. He inserted a third finger, which caused Chuuya to yelp. “Yeah, but sometimes you just know. Don’t ask me to explain how, I just knew.”
Chuuya trusted his former partner with his life, but could he trust him with his heart? He’d already broken it once, the night he abandoned the Port Mafia. However, hearing Dazai claim that Chuuya broke his heart first suddenly changed everything. “I didn’t know it back then, but I guess deep down I’ve always loved you too. I was a stupid kid, I’m sorry.”
Dazai withdrew his fingers before rolling their bodies so that he was on top of Chuuya. “Get on your stomach, okay?”
Chuuya obeyed, instinctively sticking his ass out as he heard the sound of lube squelching behind him. “So, do you still love me seven years later?” He was terrified of the answer, but had to know before they proceeded.
Dazai pressed a gentle kiss to Chuuya’s shoulder blade. “I could never bring myself to stop.”
Chuuya’s heart skipped a beat as Dazai eased into him. “I promise I won’t reject you this time.”
Dazai leaned forward until his lips were on Chuuya’s again. “I appreciate it.” He smiled into the kiss, biting down on Chuuya’s bottom lip before pulling away. “In return, I promise to fuck you so hard that you’ll never so much as think about Ranpo or anyone else ever again, sound good?” All signs of the sweet, loving Dazai had vanished, replaced by the feral creature now clawing at Chuuya’s hips. He wrenched them back until he’d buried himself deep inside Chuuya. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me.”
Chuuya screamed as Dazai pulled out, only to slam back into him. He did this over and over, pounding Chuuya into the mattress.
Dazai slapped both of Chuuya’s ass cheeks at the same time, and the redhead cried out. Dazai increased his speed, forcing Chuuya’s head down in the pillow as he rocked in and out, in and out.
Tears stained the pillow case as Chuuya bucked against Dazai.
Dazai snaked his free hand around to Chuuya’s cock, and began pumping at a pace that was similar to his thrusts.
Yup, so much better than Chuuya’s hand had been earlier. The way that Dazai’s presence in and around him was inescapable drove Chuuya mad, not that he actually wanted to escape. He welcomed each thrust, waves of pleasure coursing through him every time Dazai hit his prostate. Those impeccable thrusts combined with Dazai’s delicate hand tugging at his cock made Chuuya want to come undone. He knew that he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Are you close, chibi?” Dazai murmured against the crook of Chuuya’s neck before sinking his teeth in.
Chuuya screamed louder, nodding into the pillow. “Yes!”
Dazai giggled, licking up from Chuuya’s neck to his earlobe in a teasing manner. “Ranpo was right, you’re nothing more than a slut. How did I fall in love with such a stupid, little slut?”
Chuuya came hard into Dazai’s hand, writhing in the sheets as the taller man refused to let up. He milked Chuuya through his orgasm, plowing into him several more times before pulling out and finishing across Chuuya’s back.
Chuuya could feel sticky spurts of fluid in his hair, but he was too spent to worry much about it. He flopped down on top of Dazai’s arm, and the brunette cuddled up to him for another kiss. “We should both probably shower.”
“Yeah.”
Tired, heavy breathing filled the silence.
“After that do you want me to order us some dinner?”
“That’d be fine. I was going to make steak, but I only have one and I guess I can save it for tomorrow. I’m not sharing my wine with you though, you won’t appreciate it. I’ll find us a cheaper bottle.”
Dazai laughed. “Sounds good to me. Hey chibi?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Chuuya wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to that. Hearing Dazai say it was weird. “I love you too.” Saying it back felt even weirder, but in a way it also felt just right.